Soon everyone left the press conference and Brian began to feel very bored. Just then the lead guitarist in his band, The Venus in Furs, walked over and said, "Brian, perhaps you'd like to get together with the band and we could practice one day soon?"
Brian started laughing insanely for quite a long time. Finally the guitarist, Trevor Finn, said, "Look, you've got to come to practice, otherwise I swear to God, I'll grow sideburns just like David Bowie's bass player."
"David Bowie?"
Trevor, realizing his mistake, quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I just meant that I'll grow really ugly sideburns if you don't come to practice once in a while."
"Oh fine but only if I get to bring Curt along."
"I suppose."
* * *
A few months later, at practice with The Venus in Furs, Brian finally decides to show up…
"Well, Trevor, are you happy? I'm here," said Brian, walking in with Curt on his arm.
"You finally decided to show up," replied the guitarist with the blonde, uber-seventies hair.
"Well, it's your fault. I can't believe you actually grew those sideburns, they were so long and hideous. I don't know how that David Bowie fellow stands it."
"Yes…well, let's run through a few songs, shall we?"
Brian sighed, "All right." They played some songs until Brian got a little bored and said, "Hang on a minute," and went over to make out with Curt.
After about nineteen minutes, at which time Brian had begun to unzip Curt's pants and move downward, Trevor became annoyed. "As much as we all appreciate your little show, Brian, don't you think we should practice some more?"
Brian looked up, gazed thoughtfully at Trevor, then at Curt, then back to Trevor and said, "Umm…no. I'm actually quite happy right where I am."
"Yes," said Curt, "I'm happy with where he is as well."
"Oh for Pete's sake!" said the drummer, who had never spoken before, and stormed out.
"Sorry about him," said the bass player, "He's a little homophobic."
No one had any idea what to say to this and so there was a long, drawn out, awkward pause. Finally Curt broke the silence by saying, "Hey, Brian, why don't we go back home where there's a bed…I'm not partial to folding chairs."
Brian shrugged and stood up. Curt refastened his pants and got up off the folding chair, together they walked off to find a bed.